Page 8 of Overbooked at Dragon's Landing

“I don’t see any—hold on. Could it maybe be for another date?” That was not good. It was very not good.

“Here.” I handed him my phone, and he typed in the numbers for my reservation. “Yeah, nothing.”

“I don’t understand—”

He called for his mate, who came up, a little girl in his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“Having trouble with this reservation.” Poor guy was beyond frustrated. I didn’t blame him. If my room wasn’t available, chances were others weren’t either. What a nightmare.

“Why don’t you go and watch the kids? I’ll handle this.”

He agreed and went back into what I guessed was the kitchen with the little girl on his hip.

“Sorry. I’m one of the owners. Let me guess—you used the app?” He closed his eyes, clearly unhappy. My guess was that I wasn’t the first of the day.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Been notorious for that.” He opened them and tapped away on the keyboard. “Yeah, you’re not here. But we recently had someone leave. Let me see about their room.”

I was pretty sure there was a story there.

He tapped away on his computer again.

“I’m so sorry. That got booked between then and now. We’re full. I wish I had better news for you, but I don’t know anywhere that even has a spot within a couple of hours.”

“It’s okay. I’ll find someplace.” I’d have to squat at my grandmother’s even if it wasn’t technically allowed yet, or maybe sleep in my scales—or my car. But it was fine. This wasn’t a vacation. I didn’t need luxuries.

“Wait, no.” The wolf stood up and came over. “Don’t leave.”

I was pretty sure there was nothing this man could ask of me that I wouldn’t do.

The owner looked between the two of us.

“Our room has capacity for three, right?”

The owner didn’t even bother to look. “If you want to have a third in your room, that’s fine.” He winked at the wolf.

Did the owner understand what was happening?

Did the wolf?

Did I?

One thing was for sure—the human did not understand. He was looking at his partner like he’d just lost his ever-loving mind.

The wolf…his beast was so close to the surface. Even if he didn’t fully get it, his animal did. That was a start.

But also, it meant he wasn’t asking out of kindness. He was asking out of need. And something about that had me agreeing to go with them. Letting him suffer because I wanted to figure out what was happening wasn’t going to fly with my dragon and it shouldn’t.

“Thank you. I can pay half.” I put my card on the counter, but he shook his head.

“No. Absolutely not. We need to talk anyway.”

I was going to stay in their room, and at least one of them had figured out what was going on.

Chapter Seven

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